I may find you.
If you want, note me for the name.
P.S. No one caught the pageviews, sadly. Although it isn't surprising, since I haven't posted anything in forever
P.P.S. I'm working on something.
P.P.P.S. This is a bit excessive, don't you think?


silver-iodidei. you were simple hearted and liked the incoherent speech that you got from jimson weed.silver-iodide
i always nodded and let you talk so that i'd forget to be embarrased.
We went into town and bought junk jewlery
with too big bits of cubic zirconium. your fingers looked like the fins on a sea raven, crooked
and reddish purple from the bruises you got from trying to pull rings that you married yourself to off your fingers.
ii. you had a violinists grace and a sheller's personality. you were silver-tongued and knew your way around back alleys and over chain-link fences. we only had one in


CoinsMari Once, Joey told me that he only started noticing parking meters after he got his permit. He brought it up when I didnt know what to talk about, like hed been thinking about it for a while and he wouldnt have another chance to say it. I wasnt old enough to take the test, but after that I started noticing them, too.Coins
Joey This is weird, but Ive always liked how thick nickels are. Theyre the only coins that feel three-dimensional. After I started driving, I started using all my dimes and quarters, and the nickels started collecting under the seats and in my pockets. Even if I could


My sweatshirt is too tight...1. My sweatshirt is too tight,My sweatshirt is too tight...
and I pull the fabric away from my arms like fatty skin.
2. Were walking across the football field, and Dianes shoelaces drag mud across her ankles. When she tells stories it feels like shes living
inside of everyone else, giving them reasons and inhaling the way they eat, the way their hair hangs. Im too scared to ask her why, because she might forget how to do it.
1. Its too warm for my sweatshirt and I let it twist behind my waist, the empty sleeves reaching


hearts and geologyI love plate tectonics because thehearts and geology
world is like this giant heated heart splitting at the seams about to fly apart, burning at the edges of every fragile chunk of crust, held chancy in balance by the tenuous fist of gravity. I feel like its about to burst from inside to out, a rocketing of sharding plates and lithosphere and brilliant crying magma, like mine wants to this dangerous planet like my erratic soul is waiting for a match to blow itself to nothing to soothe the violence of its core. and it surprises me that neither of t
FIRE__FIRE.
quite
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ng(cyn-i-
cal)xpo
et(ess.)
hmm.
I won-
der.what.y
ou(look-l
ike.)
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--
'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
It's not that exciting, let me assure you}
i am assured.
--
'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
It was a bad response on my part-- I'm a bit out of it.
Yeah... it's definitely worth a try. (If it doesn't work the first time, it might work the next time)
Hooray!
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